incoherent ramblings, my way of getting things off my chest
even if it's indirectly.
if you figure it out, kudos to you.
if not, it's still a good poem :)



You just wont admit it

I walked around with no specific destination,
letting my mind lead me on a trail of pleasant sensations.
I slipped.
I can't wait for the spring to come and make rivers of it all.
and I wont need to worry about dirtying my fancies.
I revelled in my miniature stature, of
unimportance.
I found stars, I found stairs
and hidden little paths.
I rummaged around my bag for chapstick.
Sparks.
solitary, but I had no one else to be.
exploring the brambles,
my fancies in shambles.
My knees torn and worn away
but my heart light and feathered.

the sky, the pale white glow of eternity
the Smoke rising off The horizon
the Weeds, clinging to my velcro
And that faint Smile clinging To Myself





Poetry by dre
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Written on 2009-02-04 at 01:41

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Dee Daffodil
Hmmm...possibly...Smoke the Weeds...and Smile To Myself...
Would that work ?
Hugs,
Dee
2009-02-04


Purple Phoenix
A beautiful portrait, painted by a true artist.. lovely!

Language: 4
Format: 4
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2009-02-04


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
I always enjoy tales that express any kind of resolution, this is yet another. I smiled on the final line. Thanks for these words; you ramble well.
2009-02-04